"Let's get out first!"

"Hey, wait..." Persephone pointed to the other side.

In moments of life and death, it wasn't appropriate to laugh, but Morpheus still chuckled. The young Prince Christopher was sprawled on the floor in a very ridiculous pose, and they almost forgot about him!

"Don't worry," Morpheus whispered. "I won't let anything happen to him."

He had Persephone cling to his back and then carried Christopher.

Christopher was a tall fellow, so it took some effort to carry them both to a safe place.

Fire trucks, ambulances, and police cars rushed in. Their sirens pierced the sky, startling a flock of birds.

The fire was soon extinguished, and Persephone and Christopher received timely treatment. Luckily, their burns weren't too severe, and even more fortunately, their faces were unharmed.

When Christopher woke up, he felt bandages wrapped around his head, and his skin had a burning sensation. His heart sank, and he was almost on the verge of tears.

"Tell me the truth! Am I disfigured?!"

nurses nearby didn't speak

"Oh no! Ahhh!"

in despair, about to cry his heart out, mourning his lost handsome face, when someone opened the

greeted the newcomers,

out first." Morpheus

Christopher covered his face, adamantly refusing

and though Morpheus tried

Morpheus' tone shifted from gentle

took Christopher back to many years ago when he trained with the Orton Troop, and Morpheus was in charge, often shouting

"I..."

"Put your hands down!"

like this, and

through the gaps between his fingers. Although his face was stern, the amusement in his eyes

hesitated but eventually lowered

front of him. He was startled at first, then saw himself in the mirror with

His face was unscathed!

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